2. You Really Are Famous
Gemma T Leslie was stunning as soon as she stepped out of the limousine in a navy pantsuit, her silver accessories glinting under the spotlights. Her appearance made Cath suddenly feel rather plain in her Simon Snow t-shirt and jeans. It was her best Simon shirt, of course, the one with Simon and Baz from The Seventh Oak. They were looking angrily at each other, but in lieu of Carry On, Cath liked to think it was only a petty row, one that was inevitable in any relationship.
The cast of the movie arrived next, all looking glamorous in dresses and suits, and the directors and producers came last. Cath rather admired the directors and producers of the Simon Snow movies; they had done an excellent job at conveying Cath's favourite books in visual form. Of course, the cheering of the crowd became louder as the actors who played Simon and Baz came down the red carpet. Cath understood, she really did - those guys were hot - but tonight she was here for Gemma and her amazing series, not the men who portrayed her characters.
It seemed like an eternity before anyone notable even neared Cath and Levi's area, and when they did, the noise was deafening. There was so much cheering from every direction, and music was blasting through the speakers (a nice mix of current hits and various Simon Snow soundtracks, Cath noticed) that Cath couldn't focus on half of what was happening. Admittedly, she became part of that screaming mess when Gemma approached their area, although she did pipe down (unlike the people behind them) when Gemma was being interviewed close by.
The moment Gemma approached her, Cath was a mess. She fumbled to pass over her pen and the copy of The Mage's Heir she had brought to be signed, and laughed nervously when Gemma told her how much she liked Cath's shirt. Gemma was quick to notice that the book Cath had brought was a first edition cover, and noted that those were her favourites, to which Cath simply replied "me too!".
Cath was close to tears when her idol walked away. Immediately she was gushing to Levi: 'she's so lovely; oh my goodness I just met Gemma T Leslie; look Levi she signed my book! She liked my shirt, oh my god!'
It took Cath a full five minutes to compose herself, but just as she did, Levi tapped her shoulder.
"Hey Cath, someone wants to talk to you," he said tentatively, pointing to his right, towards the red carpet. Cath turned, and there was Gemma again, beaming a full genuine grin.
"Hey, I was just wondering - you wouldn't happen to be Magicath, would you?"
Cath couldn't speak. It was as though she had lost her whole vocabulary in a matter of seconds, which spanned into hours as she fumbled to find the right words to reply.
"Y-yes I am." she mumbled. "You- you're not going to sue me for copyright infringement, are you?"
Gemma laughed at that, throwing her head back and making her jewellery sparkle in the light. "Of course not, Cath. I love your work! I think it's wonderful that people can write their own stories about Simon Snow - I can't write absolutely everything that happens at Watford myself, can I?"
"No, I guess you can't," Cath laughed hesitantly. Did this mean...had Gemma T Leslie read Cath's work?
"I'm actually quite a fan myself," Gemma continued, and Cath just about melted right there. "You're a talented writer, Cath, you should seriously consider getting into the business."
Only Levi's hand on her shoulder and a wave of adrenalin was keeping Cath conscious now. Had she really just been commended for her fanfiction by a real author? Yes, she really had!
"Well, I've got to get going now, but - ah - is there any chance I could get your autograph, Cath? Maybe a photo with you and your friend?"
Cath was sure she looked positively stupefied in the photo, but she said nothing except "It was amazing to meet you Gemma," when the author walked away. She turned to face Levi, whose expression was one of undeniable glee. They had just taken selfies with Gemma T Leslie, for goodness' sake!
"Hey look, Cather, you really are famous!" Levi chuckled.
Cath couldn't wipe the smile off her face for the rest of the night.